Duma

We hit it.

No, we didn't hit it. Come on.

Where is he, huh? Listen. Over there.

See it? Come on. Come on.

Over there. Yeah.

Go around behind it.

Got it! Xan! Xan! Here!

Here! Here! Here! Here!

Hey! Slow down, you!

All right... All right, what's that?

How the devil did you get out here, fellow?

He's shaking like a leaf. See that?

Yep. Yeah.

You think he's lost, what?

Yeah.

Yeah? See his mom?

No.

Well... I think you're right. Yeah.

Come here, you.

Here, take him, take him, take him. Shh.

Hey, you.

How's he doing? He's hungry, yeah?

What on earth are you doing?

Watch and learn, my friend.

Ice cream goes in here.

Flower goes on top.

Baby bottle.

Enjoy.

Cheers.

He's a feisty guy.

Yeah?

And voilà.

He's drinking.

His face, black streaks.

Yeah?

Do you know what that means?

What?

A cheetah.

A cheetah? Yeah.

The world's fastest animal.

From zero to 60... in two seconds!

I bet it's faster than your Porsche.

Maybe.

You think we should hang on to him?

Yeah.

Why not?

Where else is he gonna go?

Xan?

We can't keep him forever.

Not any more than your mom and I can keep you, huh?

He's gotta go back

to the world he came from one day.

Mom! Mom!

- Ah! Get it off! - Get it off!

Mom, hurry! It's got Dad!

It's a monster! Come on! Come on!

Save yourselves!

God, it's ripping me apart! Dad?

Stop tearing at me, you terrible animal.

It's-- Oh, hello.

Hello.

Look what we found.

And who's this?

That was a close one.

Not nearly close enough.

I was almost torn asunder.

What is this?

See what we found?

I'm glad I'm not his mum.

I'd be heartbroken to lose him.

Hey, sexy mama. Your place or mine?

What?

Dad?

Xan.

Did I tell you about teaching that bird

questionable phrases?

What did I tell you, huh?

Ah, that's a good one.

Xan.

Wait. Wait!

Wait.

Now go.

In Africa,

they say that when you give someone a name,

they become your responsibility.

A proper name should capture the most important qualities

and point them towards a certain kind of life.

I tried different names for the cub,

like Fuzzy, Spots, or Speedy,

but nothing stuck.

As he became part of our daily lives,

he got to know everything around the farm.

And I think he started

to feel like it was his place too.

Then Mom thought of "Duma," the Swahili word for cheetah.

We all thought it sounded pretty good.

So then Duma became our responsibility.

How fast does it go?

Don't worry about how fast right now.

Don't worry about how fast.

Just worry about how to start, all right?

Yeah.

A little petrol, just a little.

Press this down.

And what is that gear?

One down. Yeah, one down, four up.

All right?

Put your hand on it.

Let it go. Let it go.

Go ahead.

That's it. Feel that?

Yep.

You like that, right?

All right, hold on.

You want to go fast now, don't you?

Here, try one more time.

Now, if you let it out too fast, look...

Here, you're popping it like that.

You don't want to do it.

Tight. Pull it to that side.

Tight. Tight. Tight.

Pull on it. There you go.

Beauty. Put one more.

There you are.

One more, one more. Tight, tight.

All right.

Watch it, watch it.

Don't ever underestimate what you can do

with a bit of baling wire.

Yeah. It's good, eh?

Hang on! You got it!

There he goes!

Dad!

Dad!

It seemed impossible

that anything bad could have happened to my dad.

Before he got sick, he never let anything stop him.

He was always looking at the bright side.

Mom and I took care of the farm while Dad was in hospital.

The doctor said he recovered really well

and that everything was going to be okay.

Come on, Duma! Let's give it some stick!

That's 50 K!

Come on, Duma!

Look! There it is!

Look at that stride now.

Come on, Duma! Come on, boy!

Hey, we're at 60!

Now he's overtaking us!

Seventy, man!

Hang on!

Oh! I lost my hat!

Eighty!

Ninety!

Beauty! You beauty, you!

Go, Duma! Whoo-hoo!

A hundred now!

"From too much love of living,

"From hope and fear set free,

"We thank With brief thanksgiving

Whatever gods may be."

Pause...

after each line.

Read it like you're singing a song.

The sound of the words

are the melody.

"That no life lives forever

"That dead men rise up never

"That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea"

Mom?

I'm sorry.

Yeah?

Got any room for me?

Sure, Dad.

So...

We gotta talk about our friend here.

He's almost grown.

But Duma's-- Hang on.

He's nearly too old to survive out there.

Duma's got to live the life he was born to.

So we gotta take him back.

Now.

He doesn't want to go.

He doesn't want to be wild.

No, you can't decide that for him, Xan.

He's a wild animal. Remember?

His wildness is something...

he knows without even knowing it.

It's in his bones.

It's in his blood.

Like a memory, yeah?

Like how I know I belong here,

on Grandpa's farm.

But there's hardly any cheetahs left.

Where else would he go

besides our farm?

We're here, yeah?

And then all the way...

up there...